The good girl [ON HOLD]

ONE

It was a Friday afternoon. I was looking out the window not really listening to what Mrs. Taylor had to say. This was tiring. School was tiring.

Everyone thought I was the teacher's pet. "The popular girl" not that I did not enjoy being the center of attention from time to time but I certainly did not want it everyday.

"Heather"

I turned towards the source of the voice. "Yes, Mrs. Taylor?"

"Heather, did you hear what I just said" her voice carrying a tinge of disapproval. A small frown etched on the forehead of her olive skin.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor. I don't think I'm feeling too well today" I lied.

She gave me a weary look before nodding. "All right then, you are excused"

"Thank you, ma'am" I mumbled because of all the curious eyes on me.

I packed my belongings and rushed out the door, not wanting any more attention.

I needed to get out of here. My parents, always telling me to be the perfect child. This was suffocating, being told you can't go a day without dressing the way you want to. It was not my idea of wearing a pleated skirt every. Single. Day. Only to look "perfect" or as my father called it presentable.

I had thought about running. Running away from home, school. This was not me. I wanted to be the happy- go - lucky kid I was.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I decided.

I'm leaving tonight.